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Photo of General Wingate, By Pierre MacDonald, 5th Ave., N. Y. 

**My men are better fighters than soldiers." 
GENERAL GEORGE ALBERT WINGATE 

52nd Field Artillery Brigade 

JUST as the fortunate infant is said to have started its earthly 
career with a golden spoon in its mouth, so our powerful 
Artillery enjoyed the fortune and glory of "Going Thru" to 
its final success. 



TO those noble, high-spirited companions who rest on the 
battle-stained soil of big-hearted France, no longer to speak to 
us, their brother comrades-in-arms; and to him GENERAL 
GEORGE ALBERT WINGATE, whose keen judgment, high 
efficiency, and thoro Generalship, sagaciously guided us thru to 
complete victory, Vvith a minimum loss, though ours was inces- 
sant fighting on one of the most active and obtrusive sectors of 
the line, this book is respectfully dedicated. 

Dudley Hess. 



"GOING THRU" 

WITH A GOLDEN SPOON 



AN ILLUSTRATED STORY 
OF THE 

52ND BRIGADE 

FIELD ARTILLERY 

AMERICAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCES 



BY DUDLEY HESS 
PRIVATE FIRST CLASS 
REGIMENTAL ARTIST 



COPYRIGHTED BT DTTDLET HESS 



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Going Thru — By Private Dudley Hess, Regi- 
mental Artist. — Price $1.50. For additional 
copies address Hess Brothers, Inc., 502-516 
West 30th Street, New York City. 



©CI.A515183 

APR li 1319 




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THEIRS NOT TO REASON WHY 
THEmS BUT TO DO— SO LET'S GO 



LEFT, LEFT, LEF, HEP? 

AS each foot tramped from the land of 
the free, where heretofore it had leisurely 
trod to business, home, some sweetheart's 
home, theatre, and now to the First 
Serg's left, left, lef , hep ! — a great change 
took place. 

AT that moment, a clean-cut, high- 
purposed, determined looking, stealthy 
Americanism — paced the camouflaged 
ways, headed for the American Expedi- 
tionary Forces, as crusaders of Right, 
Justice, and Humanity. 




.Slt-BNT THOU6MTS 
COMING ti^Kyo 



SAY Dve-Bre to 



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TO HAVE AND TO HOLD 
ALL FOR DEMOCRACY 



TRANSPORTING IN A 
HOLD. 

CONGESTION, perspiration, and in no few cases 
indigestion, may be mentioned as some of the 
prevalent conditions that make one conscious of 
life in the hol(e)d. 

OCCASIONALLY slumber reigns (rains?) Bunk 
"61" might have desperate nightmare — while "63" 
is maliciously easing himself at the discomfort of 
"62" who has just stretched out into "mounted 
sleep." Others may be boiling with entrancing 
visions of the fair sex they recently bid farewell, 
but all soon cools down when the "draft system" 
camouflages the air. 

THE joy-killer Klaxon when klaxed creates a 
new environment. It sounds worse than a heavy 
barrage — and its deafening message is quickly 
interpreted by all on board. Yes "Abandon Ship " 
is a very interesting (?) experience to undergo 
somewhere between over here and over there. 
The shuffle of sturdy "hobnails" that ensues ac- 
companied by forceful eulogies unfit for print — 
are at once convincing that AMERICAN energy 
is safely directed towards "kanning the Kaiser." 

BUT we bear all the " short-comforts " of the hold 
smilingly, our ship is steadily headed for the clean 
shores of Democracy. 




VdU CAls»T OO THIS 
OR. TriAT> v^/GTHCl? 

THROlV /vj£ /\N /^NCHOfil 
IF CO TRY TO SWIIWf?/ 






THEY CAN'T 



ORDERS IS ORDERS! 

or 
the Guardhouse. 




"OVER THE TOP" " 



FROM RATION TABLE TO 
DECKDINING 

WHEN you climb "over the top" of 
the ladders (if you're in luck) the deck 
is yours. Sit here, there, anywhere, wet 
or dry, clean or dirty — but be sure you 
don't sit on any of the bunch, or in his 
chow. 

ABOUT those ladders: men with trans- 
port experience will be "lined up" for the 
following elevating positions, — 

Steeple jacks. 
Tight-rope walkers. 
Sky pilots. 
Girder workers. 
Ballet dancers. 

— and — 

ALL other positions of a similar nature, 
demanding highly qualified men to hold 
their own, irrespectful in what direction 
gravitation may tend to pull. 




OUO-HE»3 



WE'RE THERE 



"HAIL, HAIL, THE GANG'S 
ALL HERE. " 

SOME were full of vim for vin, 
but most were full to win as we 
marched from our good ship. 

ON our way to camp, many a 
man was weary and many an 
eye bleary, but memories go- 
ing good. 




MUD 



oudtess 



BREST A TEST AT ITS 
BEST. 

A CAMP of half shelter, I mean 
shelterhalf with a bed of mud 
and the rain oozing in at our feet, 
and they call this sunny France. 

WE broke up camp — and cases 
of hard tack and canned willie, 
to while away the train trip. 



0m 




ovQfess 



IT WAS THE LIMIT 

not 

THE LIMITED. 




THE BORDEAUX CHURCH SPECIAL 



WE hit the training camp and 
the camp hit us. Sand, flu, all 
around. 

MANY were the demands for 
church passes, but many passed 
the churches. 

WHEN the six weeks Artillery 
Straining was up we left our 
francs and friends to brave the 
horrors of the front line. 



A MIDNIGHT SERENADE 

THE bunch were grooming them up on 
quite a banked echelon. Two bombs were 
dropped, we ducked our heads, the hghts 
went out. The well directed shots of 
our Aviators had caught their prey. 
Firing ceased, lights went up, smoking 
was in order, and a few kilos away, lay 
that "Kultured" old bird beneath his 
withered wings. Another Ace was made, 
and another German casualty accounted 
for. 

ONE may be rehearsing his entire past, 
while the less concerned, if there were 
any, would be making sure the Fatimas 
were secure. 



OVER THE 
BLUFF, 

WITH THE 
STUFF. 




Sff^V 



IN THE MIDST OF IT 

THE gruesome pastime of 
dodging the shell — was hell. 

HEAVEN or home by Christ- 
mas, or the "white sheets" with 
a "Rose of No-man's Land" at 
your side. 



75's WITH SPIRIT 
OF "76'' 

Fire: at 8 P.M. from base deflection 

Left: 134 R. Y. Fuse. 

Normal Gas Shell. 

Elevation: 21 degrees, 40 minutes. 

25 rounds at WILL(HELM) 

READY, FIRE!!! 

FINIS LES BOCHES. 



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'TILES" OF FUN. 

"SALVAGE" it. A common 
slogan that meant relief to the 
boys. "We can get more where 
that came from." You'd find 
anything from a shoe string 
to a dead horse. 

BEAUX coo junk for the 
S. O. S. to rebuild. 



WHOLLY SMOKE! 

IT was such scenes as these 
that made living very unhealthy 
for Fritz, and brought that 
Armistice day nearer. 



THE THREE WEEHLED 

STEED THAT HAD THE 

SPEED 

WHIZZ— B A N G! Yes and those speed 
king cyclists were hard to find. 

THE Harley-Davidson people must have 
been making ammunition, for those mili- 
tary buzz-wagon-bath-tubs certainly had 
some velocity as they trajected thru the 
air. 




MAIL 



THAT LETTER 

"LIKE a baby needs its mother that's 
how I need you." With such sentiments 
and with the white bags in — meant 
GUARD OUT. 

MOTHERS, wives and sweethearts, if 
you only knew what your letters meant. 
It was practically the boys' only real 
enjoyment. 



WE GAVE JERRY EVERY 
THING BUT HOBNAILS. 



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'a KNOW I GOT MORE 
THAN MY SHARE. ' 

IT was killing— both the Huns 
and the cooties. 

WHEN those Lounge Bunnies 
got into your seams, by squad 
or massed formation, it gave 
you reason to kick. 



SIEGE GUNS. 

YOU may bet we did and 
everything else in our objec- 
tives too. 




P»»0 



WHEN THE FIGHTING 
HAD CEASED. 

ELEVEN— ELEVEN— ELEVEN 

WHAT was once a field of 
black was now transformed in- 
to a Gay White Way. 

EVERY conceivable illumina- 
tion and noise was made use 
of. 



SOUVENIRS. 

WOMAN'S craze for fashion 
could not compare with adven- 
turous Sammy's desire for 
souvenirs. 

THEY'D go the limit. 

"WERE it possible one would 
have walked off with a Hun 
siege gun. 



Mess Cftlt'tKe 
befgt Call 




MESS CALL— THE BEST CALL 



MESS CALL THE 
BEST CALL. 

NO bugles needed, just "inside" 
information. As the saying goes, 
*'It's either feast or famine," but 
with us it was mostly feast. 
The boys were there when it 
came to seconds. Some ab- 
normal individuals were there 
for thirds . . . and later for O. 
D. pills. 



WHERE THERE^ 
SMOKE THEReI 

Fine 

al'so 




NO MUSIC NEEDED. 



r 



PAY DAY. 

THE bones would begin roll- 
ing, and the Cognac flowing, 
—BYE-BYE FRANCS. 

MERCI Monsieur. 




AT THE EMBARKATION AREA 



SEND THE BOYS HOME 
TOOT SWEET. 

MANY thanks for those kind words. 
BUT when are we going home! 



WHEN PRIVATES GIVE 
ORDERS. 

BUT why the M. P's. ? ? ? 




A— e—P 



MARINE POWER 



"NOTHING TO BE SAID. 
JUST ASK THE BOYS." 




FAREWELL FRANCE 



LETS GO,- 

and we did. 



EVEN THE MOON CAME UP. 

"TWO to one, he won't." 

NOT a crap game, just a friendly bet 
on the boys who were ill at ease, looking 
for the metacenter of the ship. 

SHE began tossing, and so did many of 
those unaccustomed to this way of 
gambling. 

BY the time we landed the ship was well 
camouflaged. 




MISS LIBERTY, IS STAT-YOU 



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WE'RE THRU. 

THOUSANDS of minds with but a 
single thought. 

"SO long, boys." 

HELLO FOLKS." 

COMMONTALLIVOUX 



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